It’s been a funny sort of day
when once or twice I thought I’d lost
the plot. My plans have gone astray.

I’m touching wood with fingers crossed
to play this game of life and death
which once or twice I thought I’d lost.

I felt I’d breathed my final breath
this morning as I fought so hard
to win this game of life or death.

Impatience left her calling card
but Strength stepped in and took control
this morning, when I fought so hard.

Tomorrow I may meet my goal;
I almost seized it by the throat
when Strength stepped in and took control.

I’m drifting, feeling quite remote;
it’s been a funny sort of day;
I got mistaken when I wrote
the plot. My plans have gone astray.